Moonscapes

“We are the space between the fish and the moon.” Rumi

Some nights,

the moon lights my way

through the dark,

but when it wanes

it becomes a sword

to wage war

with the world

Other nights,

it’s a child

pulling

at a mother’s heart

or just a rock

broken

from a bigger rock

and even though

I can repeat the science,

it seems strange

it doesn’t fall back

into the sea

Tonight,

I am hungry

and it appears to be

a juicy cantaloupe

12-27-22